I have not sat down to write much of anything in any depth or length in over a year. oh trust me the three squirrels that run around between my ears have been busy but, they have not been willing to slow down to write much of anything, until now. But now they are not only willing but are wanting to write. So for those that will read this missive, good luck, don’t blame me, blame the squirrels! LMAO
As is always the case when I write, I like to tell stories, not just the facts but I also like to include textural impressions as well. Yes, I do use literary embellishments at times but usually just to make a larger point. For this chapter in the ongoing adventures of my life, I wanted to first lay out what recently happened to me, then move on to the point of the title of this diary, and lastly, start the free-for-all that is our ongoing community conversation.
Yup I was sick with a pneumonia (3rd time since July 2012) and I was able to spent 11 days in bed at Mercy of NW Arkansas ‘health spa’ — Hospital/Medical Center (great staff, top notch folks). No fun, but I did the best I could to have fun when I could (that is who I am) and yes, I did scare my doctors, nurses and family, all the while I was trying to crack jokes (when I could) and always trying to be as helpful to staff as possible during those days. All to many of you know the drill as well if not better than I do.
Nurse: “We need to take your vitals, sorry to wake you”.
Me: “no need to apologize, you have a job to do too, and that is to make sure I am getting better, taking vitals is part of that”.
Respiratory therapist: “Sorry to wake you, it is time for your 1 A.M. breathing treatment”.
me: “ cool lets do this, the sooner I take it the sooner I will get better, so lets party”.
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